Home on the Range

Oh, give me a home
Where the buffalo roam
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

Where the air is so pure, the zephyrs so free
The breezes so balmy and light
That I would not exchange
My home on the range
For all of the cities so bright

Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

The Red man was pressed
From this part of the west
He's likely no more to return
To the banks of the Red River
Where seldom if ever
Their flickering campfires burn

How often at night
When the heavens are bright
With the light from the glittering stars
Have I stood here amazed
And asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours

Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

Oh, I love these wild flowers
In this dear land of ours
The curlew I love to hear scream
And I love the white rocks
And the antelope flocks
That graze on the mountain tops green

Oh, give me a land
Where the bright diamond sand
Flows leisurely down in the stream
Where the graceful white swan
Goes gliding along
Like a maid in a heavenly dream

Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

Then I would not exchange
My home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

Lo-ooh, lo-ooh
Le-yee, oh, le-yee